He kissed me and told me that he must go away.

He asked me if I would go with him--without knowing why.

And, Son, I trusted him, I would have done anything for him--but I was n't as old then as I am now.

I refused--and to this day, I don't know why.
It--it was just woman, I guess.

Then he asked me if I would help him.
I said I would.
"He did n't tell me much; except that he had been uptown spreading the word that the ore had pinched out and that the hanging rock had caved in and that he and 'Sissie' and your father were through, that they were beaten and were going away that night.